Monday, November 17, 2014

A Hunter Explains

These big bucks are smart, darn smart. I am pitting my mind as a human against the best of the species. This chess game is addicting. It is the ultimate way to stay in touch with our primal senses. I am connected to the pulse of life and understand just how quickly life can be taken.

Would not the mind of the noble stag, progenitor of his species, brave survivor, nimble and resourceful gatherer, strong and courageous hero and yet a gentle creature of the forest, be of far greater value than that of his mentally diminished hunter?

Fact is, hunting is not a sport. It's not even a game. Think of it as video game where you have all the cheat codes; you can't die, you can't be eliminated, and you have every advantage your opponent doesn't. It's like playing poker where you're dealt four aces each and every time. Oh, and you get extra cards for good measure.

Meat? Seriously? Most of the kill is wasted. Usually, a hunter cuts off a few of the prime cuts and the rest goes to waste. If one considers the cost of getting those few cuts, it's far cheaper to go to a prime steakhouse.

Hunting is declining in this country--hence the NRA's emphasis on assault weapons and other firearms with no hunting or self-defense use.